Fleur had been happy the decision was made for her. Her master was so wise. Of course he should go to see Mistress Aria and whoever her new sister-slave was. Not only that but apparently there might even be a chance for more fun later, maybe including her ideas. Her smile was sincere as she recognized the wisdom of this decision and the chance to satisfy her new curiosity about the new girl and see her mistress again.
Since she had no further instructions, Fleur followed gracefully behind her master the bells marking her dance-like movements. She followed behind as was her place, keeping her quick, light playful step in check to leave the correct space between her and her master.
As she walked she smiled and greeted her “sisters” respectfully. Her slightly teasing smile, and her lighthearted tinkling bells added to her overall aura of playfulness. She was a sweet tempered, mischievous soul and loved her sisters dearly, and was fiercely loyal to every part of her “family” though she had not been here very long at all.
The new girl's fearful tremulous cry about not being raped disturbed Fleur a little. Rape was so ugly a word, so ugly a deed. That didn't happen here. Her home was safe from such ugliness and a beautiful place. She gave the new girl a closer look as her master admonished her.
The new girl was pretty, exceedingly so for someone to have said somethings so ugly. Fleur could see, though, that the pretty athletic young girl probably had not had a pretty life. That was fair but everyone went through bad things, ugly things. That gave her no right to bring that ugliness into this world, this haven.
Her judgment softened though at the sheer confusion and fear obvious on the other girl's face. Fleur was soft hearted, and genuinely compassion. As the master greeted the mistress, to whom Fleur curtsied respectfully from behind Master the graceful dip accompanied by bells, Fleur could see the new girl struggling not to cry. Her playful demeanor shifted to an earnest empathy as she felt tears well in her own jungle green eyes for the frightened girl. It took all her training to not run and take the other girl in her arms to try and comfort her.
As it was Fleur turned the graceful dip into a kneel so that she was at level with the frightened blond. She tried to make eye contact with her, to try and communicate some sense of comfort for the girl she did not know. Her hand were behind her back so that she was posed as usual, but she wanted so much to comfort the other girl. Make her stop crying, maybe smile. Those who knew Fleur knew the young woman had seemed to lose all the playful teasing spirit she normally possessed and now looked about to cry herself for the frightened, confused poor new girl who seemed to stubbornly prideful to cry herself.
Since she had no further instructions, Fleur followed gracefully behind her master the bells marking her dance-like movements. She followed behind as was her place, keeping her quick, light playful step in check to leave the correct space between her and her master.
As she walked she smiled and greeted her “sisters” respectfully. Her slightly teasing smile, and her lighthearted tinkling bells added to her overall aura of playfulness. She was a sweet tempered, mischievous soul and loved her sisters dearly, and was fiercely loyal to every part of her “family” though she had not been here very long at all.
The new girl's fearful tremulous cry about not being raped disturbed Fleur a little. Rape was so ugly a word, so ugly a deed. That didn't happen here. Her home was safe from such ugliness and a beautiful place. She gave the new girl a closer look as her master admonished her.
The new girl was pretty, exceedingly so for someone to have said somethings so ugly. Fleur could see, though, that the pretty athletic young girl probably had not had a pretty life. That was fair but everyone went through bad things, ugly things. That gave her no right to bring that ugliness into this world, this haven.
Her judgment softened though at the sheer confusion and fear obvious on the other girl's face. Fleur was soft hearted, and genuinely compassion. As the master greeted the mistress, to whom Fleur curtsied respectfully from behind Master the graceful dip accompanied by bells, Fleur could see the new girl struggling not to cry. Her playful demeanor shifted to an earnest empathy as she felt tears well in her own jungle green eyes for the frightened girl. It took all her training to not run and take the other girl in her arms to try and comfort her.
As it was Fleur turned the graceful dip into a kneel so that she was at level with the frightened blond. She tried to make eye contact with her, to try and communicate some sense of comfort for the girl she did not know. Her hand were behind her back so that she was posed as usual, but she wanted so much to comfort the other girl. Make her stop crying, maybe smile. Those who knew Fleur knew the young woman had seemed to lose all the playful teasing spirit she normally possessed and now looked about to cry herself for the frightened, confused poor new girl who seemed to stubbornly prideful to cry herself.